Six And One Part 2/5
While many cases of adults being targets of Tricksters have been documented, it is rare for a child to attract the dangerous attention of these fickle creatures. It is, however, not unheard of for a child to befriend a Trickster by accident, and end up with a life-long protector because of this.
-Sixteen - Deception-
Much to Dean’s surprise, it was Ricky who came to take him away to surgery the next day.
“Pulled a double-shift,” the nurse grinned - he was always grinning, it was slightly unnerving - as he fussed around the bed, ensuring one of the sides was up, Dean was tucked in properly, and there were no cords still attached to the wall. “Let’s get you on your way!”
He was behind Dean’s head then, pushing the bed further away from the wall, one of the other nurses helping to get it out into the hallway. From there Ricky was pushing it by himself, and getting up quite a speed.
“Tally-ho!” Ricky shouted as he pushed hard, before jumping up to sit on the side of the bed as it rolled down the corridor. Dean wasn’t sure if he should be laughing or screaming in terror at this point.
He caught Ricky’s eye, and dissolved into laughter, even if it did make his stomach hurt. Somehow, Ricky had known that Dean was scared about this, and missing his dad - so the nurse had apparently taken the double shift in order to make Dean feel better.
Dean knew the fluttery feeling in his stomach then wasn’t just from the illness.
-Twenty Four - Dead Ringer For Love-
Dean’s back crashed against the wall, and he clutched Steve tighter. He wasn’t sure how they’d ended up here, but he was drunk enough that his inhibitions had all faded. It was the simplest thing in the world to grab Steve around the waist and turn them both, pressing the shorter man against the wall and leaning in to kiss him again.
Hands were in his hair, massaging his scalp, and the lips pressed to his were opening gladly. Dean let out a happy groan and grabbed Steve’s arse with one hand, fumbling to try and open the motel door with his other.
A few seconds later, the two tumbled into the room and landed on the floor, Dean somehow on his back with Steve straddling his waist. They were both laughing and trying to keep kissing as they rolled over a few times, each struggling to stay on top. Steve was stronger than he looked, but Dean was determined that he wasn’t going to bend over for some stranger - hell, it was weird enough that he was actually going to shag a guy.
After a couple of turns, Dean remained on top with Steve’s legs wrapped around his waist. They continued to press against each other, before Dean managed to get his hand under Steve’s shirt to start stroking the muscles he found.
The man under him arched up, helping to remove his shirt and reveal pale skin that Dean couldn’t help bending down to lick. The gasp it drew from Steve spurred Dean on, and he made quick work of divesting them both of their remaining clothes.
“Hurry it up,” Steve grinned up at him, leaning up on his elbows. “You gonna fuck me tonight or what?”
“I’m getting there,” Dean growled. For some reason, the lack of breasts wasn’t as big a deal as he’d thought it would be. He was steadfastly not looking at the guy’s erection, since he was pretty sure that would kill his own. He just wasn’t ready to admit that he was about to have sex with a man.
Steve’s expression seemed to tighten for a moment, before he surged forward and caught Dean in another scorching kiss.
Dean grunted a little in surprise, but kissed back with enthusiasm. He could definitely get behind this part. Knowing a little about anal sex from a few adventurous girls, he started to gently rub against Steve’s anus - only to find that his finger slid in relatively easily.
“What-” He pulled back briefly, confused, to see Steve’s cocky grin.
“Did it myself earlier. C’mon, just get in me.”
That sounded like a marvellous idea, and Dean grabbed a condom out of the pack lying a few feet away. Steve rolled his eyes, but then turned onto his hands and knees, wriggling a little. Dean smirked a little - he was pretty sure he knew where to stick his cock, thank you very much - and tore the wrapper open with his teeth.
After all, he didn’t want to catch something off the random guy he found in a pub.
-Twenty Seven - Hunting High and Low-
“Find anything useful?” Dean muttered, glaring a little as Sam returned from a trip to the library. The glare was returned, before Sam decided to share what he’d turned up.
“Only thing anything like this that I could find was from about ten years ago. A doctor working at the hospital, turns out he was a little too interested in young boys. Tried to solicit sex from someone who turned out to be an adult midget. The midget killed him, mutilated the corpse a little. It was all caught on a security camera, but no one’s ever seen the midget before or since. No record of him ever existing.”
“Huh,” Dean blinked. “Killed by a midget for trying to… y’know, this whole case is nuts, but that just takes the cake.”
“Tell me about it,” Sam nodded, apparently mollified by Dean’s reaction.
-Twenty Eight - Learn to Fly-
“Why are you doing this?” Sam seemed determined to interrogate it, while the Trickster seemed mildly bored. Dean filed that information away - it seemed like it wasn’t actually all that fussed by the stake Sam was threatening it with.
As he watched the two interact, Dean felt it again - something pushing at his mind, as though testing him, searching for a sign. He blinked when the Trickster admitted to finding it fun, killing him multiple times, then shrugged and moved on.
Something like approval seemed to wash over him then, before the presence was gone, leaving him even more confused than he had been to start with.
-Thirty - Holy Water-
Dean had been feeling jumpy ever since walking onto the hospital set, and it was driving him nuts. He’d always hated hospitals, ever since he could remember, and now it seemed that the Trickster had trapped them in one.
So when he realised that Dr Sexy was, in fact, the Trickster, he wasted no time in pinning the guy to a wall.
For some reason though, his body didn’t seem to want to interpret this as a fight, and before Dean knew it he was snapping at Sam to cover for the fact that his blood seemed to be heading south.
Then he realised that everyone around them was frozen, and looked back to the pinned doctor in time to see him morph into the Trickster, huge smile on its face.
“You guys are getting better!” It sounded genuinely pleased.
“Get us the hell out of here,” Dean spoke in a low tone, feeling as though he was channelling Castiel for a moment. There was a brief flash of emotion in the Trickster’s eyes, before it was gone again.
“Or what?” The Trickster looked from side to side, then grabbed Dean’s arm in a vice-like grip. Dean thought that he might have broken something for a moment. “Don’t see your wooden stakes, big guy.”
“That was you on the police scanner,” Sam commented, somewhat uselessly. “This is a trick.”
“Hellloooooo, Tricksterrrr” the Trickster drew the words out, and Dean couldn’t help but watch the way its tongue moved. He tried to drag his mind back into hunting mode, but somehow couldn’t quite manage it. The Trickster’s face was so animated, so full of life, that Dean was suddenly jealous.
They were bickering again, the three of them, and Dean knew that they weren’t going to get the Trickster on their side. It was too fickle, and enjoyed seeing them in pain.
A theory which was confirmed when Dean got shot in the back.
-Thirty - Worry About You-
“Kali’s got you two on a leash,” Gabriel informed them.
“And what does that mean?” Dean growled. He was so sick of all of this… and wanted some down-time to figure out why he felt so drawn to Gabriel.
“Means it’s time for the old black magic.” With that, Gabriel tossed something to Sam. The younger brother held it up for inspection, then went pale.
“Breath freshener. You want me to go… with Kali?”
“Why not?” Gabriel shrugged. “You’ve shagged a demon, a goddess is a step up. Go to it, she likes tall guys.” He was then forcefully pushing Sam out of the room. “I’ll keep your brother entertained, don’t worry.”
Dean swallowed hard when Gabriel closed the door and turned back to him, grinning. That look had never preceded anything good happening, at least not that he could remember.
“So, now that we’re alone…” Gabriel jumped onto one of the beds, lying down on his side and smirking up at Dean. “How oh how shall I entertain you?”
“You could give us a hint on how to get out of being vessels,” Dean offered. Gabriel looked at him for a moment, then waved his hand as though the suggestion wasn’t worth the effort.
“Boring. Oh, they have Casa Erotica? Let’s watch that!”
After that Dean couldn’t get a proper conversation out of the archangel, who was instead intent on giving a detailed critique of the porno.
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-Sixteen - Deception-
Much to Dean’s surprise, it was Ricky who came to take him away to surgery the next day.
“Pulled a double-shift,” the nurse grinned - he was always grinning, it was slightly unnerving - as he fussed around the bed, ensuring one of the sides was up, Dean was tucked in properly, and there were no cords still attached to the wall. “Let’s get you on your way!”
He was behind Dean’s head then, pushing the bed further away from the wall, one of the other nurses helping to get it out into the hallway. From there Ricky was pushing it by himself, and getting up quite a speed.
“Tally-ho!” Ricky shouted as he pushed hard, before jumping up to sit on the side of the bed as it rolled down the corridor. Dean wasn’t sure if he should be laughing or screaming in terror at this point.
He caught Ricky’s eye, and dissolved into laughter, even if it did make his stomach hurt. Somehow, Ricky had known that Dean was scared about this, and missing his dad - so the nurse had apparently taken the double shift in order to make Dean feel better.
Dean knew the fluttery feeling in his stomach then wasn’t just from the illness.
-Twenty Four - Dead Ringer For Love-
Dean’s back crashed against the wall, and he clutched Steve tighter. He wasn’t sure how they’d ended up here, but he was drunk enough that his inhibitions had all faded. It was the simplest thing in the world to grab Steve around the waist and turn them both, pressing the shorter man against the wall and leaning in to kiss him again.
Hands were in his hair, massaging his scalp, and the lips pressed to his were opening gladly. Dean let out a happy groan and grabbed Steve’s arse with one hand, fumbling to try and open the motel door with his other.
A few seconds later, the two tumbled into the room and landed on the floor, Dean somehow on his back with Steve straddling his waist. They were both laughing and trying to keep kissing as they rolled over a few times, each struggling to stay on top. Steve was stronger than he looked, but Dean was determined that he wasn’t going to bend over for some stranger - hell, it was weird enough that he was actually going to shag a guy.
After a couple of turns, Dean remained on top with Steve’s legs wrapped around his waist. They continued to press against each other, before Dean managed to get his hand under Steve’s shirt to start stroking the muscles he found.
The man under him arched up, helping to remove his shirt and reveal pale skin that Dean couldn’t help bending down to lick. The gasp it drew from Steve spurred Dean on, and he made quick work of divesting them both of their remaining clothes.
“Hurry it up,” Steve grinned up at him, leaning up on his elbows. “You gonna fuck me tonight or what?”
“I’m getting there,” Dean growled. For some reason, the lack of breasts wasn’t as big a deal as he’d thought it would be. He was steadfastly not looking at the guy’s erection, since he was pretty sure that would kill his own. He just wasn’t ready to admit that he was about to have sex with a man.
Steve’s expression seemed to tighten for a moment, before he surged forward and caught Dean in another scorching kiss.
Dean grunted a little in surprise, but kissed back with enthusiasm. He could definitely get behind this part. Knowing a little about anal sex from a few adventurous girls, he started to gently rub against Steve’s anus - only to find that his finger slid in relatively easily.
“What-” He pulled back briefly, confused, to see Steve’s cocky grin.
“Did it myself earlier. C’mon, just get in me.”
That sounded like a marvellous idea, and Dean grabbed a condom out of the pack lying a few feet away. Steve rolled his eyes, but then turned onto his hands and knees, wriggling a little. Dean smirked a little - he was pretty sure he knew where to stick his cock, thank you very much - and tore the wrapper open with his teeth.
After all, he didn’t want to catch something off the random guy he found in a pub.
-Twenty Seven - Hunting High and Low-
“Find anything useful?” Dean muttered, glaring a little as Sam returned from a trip to the library. The glare was returned, before Sam decided to share what he’d turned up.
“Only thing anything like this that I could find was from about ten years ago. A doctor working at the hospital, turns out he was a little too interested in young boys. Tried to solicit sex from someone who turned out to be an adult midget. The midget killed him, mutilated the corpse a little. It was all caught on a security camera, but no one’s ever seen the midget before or since. No record of him ever existing.”
“Huh,” Dean blinked. “Killed by a midget for trying to… y’know, this whole case is nuts, but that just takes the cake.”
“Tell me about it,” Sam nodded, apparently mollified by Dean’s reaction.
-Twenty Eight - Learn to Fly-
“Why are you doing this?” Sam seemed determined to interrogate it, while the Trickster seemed mildly bored. Dean filed that information away - it seemed like it wasn’t actually all that fussed by the stake Sam was threatening it with.
As he watched the two interact, Dean felt it again - something pushing at his mind, as though testing him, searching for a sign. He blinked when the Trickster admitted to finding it fun, killing him multiple times, then shrugged and moved on.
Something like approval seemed to wash over him then, before the presence was gone, leaving him even more confused than he had been to start with.
-Thirty - Holy Water-
Dean had been feeling jumpy ever since walking onto the hospital set, and it was driving him nuts. He’d always hated hospitals, ever since he could remember, and now it seemed that the Trickster had trapped them in one.
So when he realised that Dr Sexy was, in fact, the Trickster, he wasted no time in pinning the guy to a wall.
For some reason though, his body didn’t seem to want to interpret this as a fight, and before Dean knew it he was snapping at Sam to cover for the fact that his blood seemed to be heading south.
Then he realised that everyone around them was frozen, and looked back to the pinned doctor in time to see him morph into the Trickster, huge smile on its face.
“You guys are getting better!” It sounded genuinely pleased.
“Get us the hell out of here,” Dean spoke in a low tone, feeling as though he was channelling Castiel for a moment. There was a brief flash of emotion in the Trickster’s eyes, before it was gone again.
“Or what?” The Trickster looked from side to side, then grabbed Dean’s arm in a vice-like grip. Dean thought that he might have broken something for a moment. “Don’t see your wooden stakes, big guy.”
“That was you on the police scanner,” Sam commented, somewhat uselessly. “This is a trick.”
“Hellloooooo, Tricksterrrr” the Trickster drew the words out, and Dean couldn’t help but watch the way its tongue moved. He tried to drag his mind back into hunting mode, but somehow couldn’t quite manage it. The Trickster’s face was so animated, so full of life, that Dean was suddenly jealous.
They were bickering again, the three of them, and Dean knew that they weren’t going to get the Trickster on their side. It was too fickle, and enjoyed seeing them in pain.
A theory which was confirmed when Dean got shot in the back.
-Thirty - Worry About You-
“Kali’s got you two on a leash,” Gabriel informed them.
“And what does that mean?” Dean growled. He was so sick of all of this… and wanted some down-time to figure out why he felt so drawn to Gabriel.
“Means it’s time for the old black magic.” With that, Gabriel tossed something to Sam. The younger brother held it up for inspection, then went pale.
“Breath freshener. You want me to go… with Kali?”
“Why not?” Gabriel shrugged. “You’ve shagged a demon, a goddess is a step up. Go to it, she likes tall guys.” He was then forcefully pushing Sam out of the room. “I’ll keep your brother entertained, don’t worry.”
Dean swallowed hard when Gabriel closed the door and turned back to him, grinning. That look had never preceded anything good happening, at least not that he could remember.
“So, now that we’re alone…” Gabriel jumped onto one of the beds, lying down on his side and smirking up at Dean. “How oh how shall I entertain you?”
“You could give us a hint on how to get out of being vessels,” Dean offered. Gabriel looked at him for a moment, then waved his hand as though the suggestion wasn’t worth the effort.
“Boring. Oh, they have Casa Erotica? Let’s watch that!”
After that Dean couldn’t get a proper conversation out of the archangel, who was instead intent on giving a detailed critique of the porno.
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